At the end of the Emperor's Pool, there was a mystical mist.
It was an array set up by the Female State Preceptor, who also performed the Breath Concealment Technique.
Chu Huaixu was already far from her, so he didn't notice her presence.
Seated on a cushion, with only a piece of clothing left above her waist, the woman carefully examined the young man in the distance.
Previously in the Cultivation Hall, Lin Qingci had only casually swept him with her Divine Sense.
Now, taking a closer look, how should she put it, he was indeed much more handsome than Qin Xuexiao.
Her cultivation, or rather everything she had, was a gift from the Ancestor Emperor.
Or perhaps, her controlled life was also because of him.
At this moment, Lin Qingci looked at Chu Huaixu as if she saw an exit from her own life, a hope for liberation.
